Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Looks like more excitement in the Ogville. It is well known that the downtown area has been on a rapid decline over the last number of years. Sure, Ogville is the armpit of Utah and is known for the gang activity, crime and such, but murders are that high on the list. So it was kind of surprising to hear about 'A man found dead in apartment'. Police aren't giving too many details on exactly what happened, but I feel that it is just another reason to keep OC'ing around the house. Heck, having the pistol on the hip is pretty much second nature now, but things like this just re-enforce the issue with me.

We had a visitor over at the house we hadn't seen in a number of years and she was kind of surprised that I cruise the house with a very large revolver strapped on. I explained that there are a lot of whacked out people in the world and gave her the standard, 'When seconds count the Ogville police are only half an hour(at least) away.' and pointed out this article above.

The way I look at it, a .45 cal. 250grain XTP to center of mass will change a lot of minds when push comes to shove.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Old NFO has a post up about Xerox and www.letssaythanks.com. It is a site that you go pick out a card, put in where you're from and a message and they will send it to a troop overseas.

To parrot Old NFO, it's easy, free and only takes a few seconds to do. Our men and women that are out doing their duty would really appreciate more things from home and the benefit of positive and uplifting messages to them, especially at this time of year, cannot be understated.

Please, take just a moment and pop over, pick a card, add a message and send it off. It's kind of nice to see a corporation that is doing something like this to help our our troops.

Friday, December 18, 2009

If you have studied World War II at all, you should be familiar with the Auschwitz concentration camp. Over the entrance to the camp hung a huge iron sign that read 'Arbeit macht frei'(Work Sets You Free). The sign is huge, heavy and I would think hard as hell to transport without someone noticing.

The story spoke about how it might have been a high end collector or something that would have paid to have it taken. Seriously? What would you do with it? It's not like you're going to hang it in your living room and have friends over to view your new piece of 'art' and what good does it do ya to steal something of that size and end up stashing it in a dark corner somewhere?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Was browsing around and found a link to the story about the poor guy in Toronto who ordered and built a glock...out of Legos. Apparently a 'neighbour' who couldn't keep his nose in his own buiness saw the fearsome thing and called the police with a OMTGZ! MWAEG! MWAEG! (OH MY TEH GODZ! MAN WITH AN EVIL GUN! MAN WITH AN EVIL GUN!) call. Po-po responded in force and took the dangerous Lego-wielding man down. The article did state that the police did get a good laugh once then figured out that the gun was made of Legos though. Wonder if the poor guy who had the SWAT holding him at gunpoint got a good laugh out of it as well.

The article even stated that the 'neighbour' appeared later with a sign that read 'Sorry, it looked real'.

Are you serious?! Really? No, really? They get a MWAG call and respond with the SWAT and do not feel that it was overkill to do so? They don't even check out the complaint first, they just go right into SWAT mode? Poor Canadians, that must really suck to not have any basic trust from your own government. Then again, this is Canada we are talking about here.

I wonder how many calls the police get from the sad little 'neighbour' who is so involved in other peoples business that they feel the need to save the day.

Sure makes me glad that I live in a nice, backwoods place like Utah US of A, where we have rights, exercise them and usually do not have to worry about neighbors getting their panties all in a wad over something that shouldn't worry them in the first place.

Monday, December 14, 2009

So here in Northern Utah, we got our first real snowstorm. First a few inches of nice powdery stuff, followed the next day by a few more inches of wet, heavy stuff. All is well and good until Mr Plow comes by. You see, I live in a cul-de-sac and they don't seem to see a reason to plow the cul-de-sac, the push right on by, filling the entrance to my cul-de-sac with a wall of snow. Makes it absolute hell to get in and out of it! So in trying to get to work I end up stuck in the mound of snow, and get to watch the plow drive by on the next street. Looks like it's time to start calling the city and filing complaints...again. Sheesh, you would think that they would learn after getting calls every year.